. Cyclopedia of practical floriculture. Floriculture; Flower language. ^ m ^ri !2li']uilci'lirt ^JIuuu^Cllsis. Natural Order: Raniiiiculacca: â Cro-vfoot Family. ERHAPS ten varieties of this plant are in cultivation, some of ? them being our own wild ones naturalized, while others have been imported from Siberia, Mexico and elsewhere. They are various in color of blossom, usually combining two shades or complementary tints in one flower, as red and yellow, blue and white, some even having three. The petals are curiously spurred, from which they have been compared to the talons of the eagle, wh
. Cyclopedia of practical floriculture. Floriculture; Flower language. ^ m ^ri !2li']uilci'lirt ^JIuuu^Cllsis. Natural Order: Raniiiiculacca: â Cro-vfoot Family. ERHAPS ten varieties of this plant are in cultivation, some of ? them being our own wild ones naturalized, while others have been imported from Siberia, Mexico and elsewhere. They are various in color of blossom, usually combining two shades or complementary tints in one flower, as red and yellow, blue and white, some even having three. The petals are curiously spurred, from which they have been compared to the talons of the eagle, whence their Latin name, from aqiiila, an eagle. The resem- blance of its flowers to a fool's cap has given rise to its loll,. ^^ T EAVE such to trifle ^ Lv Whom follv pleases with more grace and ease. or whose follies please. â pAME 'S but a hollow echo; gold, pure clay; -'â Honor, the darling of but one short day; WHAT is social *⢠But a babbling summer str Beauty, the eye's idol, but a damask'd skin; What our wise philosophy State, but a golden prison to live in. But the glancing of a dream -Christopher P, 0 THERS the siren sisters compass 'round. And empty heads console â with empty sound. TTIS passion for absurdity 's so strong, He cannot bear a rival in the wrons Tho' wrong the mode comply: more sense In wearing others' follies than our own. T^HE morning's blush, she made it thine. The morn's sweet breath, she gave it thee: And in thy look, my Columbine! Each fond-remember'd spot she bade me see. T OO many giddy, foolish hours are gone, And in fantastic measures danced awav. I 'T^HEIR passions move in *â Where'er caprice or folly spheres, 'T'HUS in a sea of follies toss'd, Mv choicest hours of life are lost. J. Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page images that may have been digitally enhanced for readability - coloration and appearance of these illustrations may not perfectly resemble the original Turner, Co
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